Sofia, Bulgaria Monday, June 27, 2016 In Sofia, Bulgaria, the boys and I visited the St Sofia church, a redbrick building dating back to the 6th century. The church honors Sofia the Martyr, who, along with her daughters, was murdered in Rome, around 137 AD. I’m not Catholic, but I can’t resist a good saint’s …
Air
Kingscote, South Australia, Australia Friday, August 19, 2016 Everybody knows that the basic premise of all writing, even travel blogging, is conflict. It is discomfort. Some real life examples: An old office-mate of Guy's kept a blog while he was riding his bike across the country wearing jean shorts. At the end of each …
Agency
Adelaide, South Australia, Australia Monday, August 15, 2016 My goal this year is to be less of a wind-sock and more of a leader. I plan to be more active and less re-active. I am going to practice Agency, so life doesn't pass me by. With Agency in mind, I decided to rent a car …
Where Women Glow and Men Thunder
Adelaide, South Australia, Australia Monday, August 8, 2016 It's August, so we must be in Australia. Just kidding. Here’s what happened: One Saturday morning in April, after the doctor stitched my Achilles back together but before I could shower without the three legged medical stool, I was idly, and somewhat opioidately, reclining on the …
Lemongrass
Siem Reap, Cambodia Monday, March 20, 2017 As my go-everywhere bag this trip, I brought a purse that belonged to my mom—a medium-sized, easy-to-clean, forest-green REI bag equipped with anything an intrepid traveler might need. Aside from the painful fact that whenever I catch sight of myself and this bag and my thick shoulders …
Different Soundtracks
Copenhagen, Hovedstaden, Denmark Tuesday, May 9, 2017 When my boys turned five, I got them ponies. There was Texas, a wily pinto gelding, and Daffodil, a palomino with a white stripe down her lovely face. The ponies would live in our backyard, except for on Christmas morning, when they would come in the house …
In Case you were wondering about the Plums
My mom used to shrug off indulgence with a poem. “This is just to say”, she would murmur, slicing the dense chocolate cake frosted with fudge so thick that we could peel it off and eat it in slabs. “So sweet/and so cold”, I would finish, reaching around her to sliver off my own corner …
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ICEBOX PLUMS: Moments, sweet and cold 